A while back, I had some good success or luck when the song “I’ll Make Love to You” by Boyz 2 Men was on the radio. I heard the song again, just recently, and decided to share these 3 incidents. They took place across a 4-year span. The song was popular during that time.
The first time, I lost my virginity when the song came on the radio. Because the rules require adult participants in the stories, I won’t say too much. It was the last week of high school. We were at my parents’ place. The making out was very heavy, hands were wandering everywhere. Boyz 2 Men came on the radio, and after a few rounds of the chorus, she whispered, “Make love to me.” A couple of minutes later, I was done.
In my second year of college, I had connected with a girl who had graduated high school with me. We found out we were supposed to start a new job at the same place on the same evening. She asked if I could give her a ride to work. All through high school, she was the girlfriend of various friends in my circle of friends. I thought she was cute, but I never tried to pursue her. We didn’t have any classes together. I knew her mainly from times hanging out with my friends. She was petite in build, a vegetarian. She had red hair and pale skin. We went to work that evening. We were given the orientation, and made to work side-by-side. Business was extremely slow that evening, so we spent most of the time talking about everything since high school. When work let out at 11 pm, I drove her home. The drive was over 30 minutes, so we continued the evening-long conversation. Now, topics had turned heavier. We spoke of relationships and the talk turned to sex. She got catty and even a little angry when she found out that I had sex with the girl as shared above. At the time, that girl had been my only partner. When I noticed the mood change, I asked what the big deal was. That girl and I were broken up. She said she always imagined she would be the girl to take my virginity. I let her know that I would have enjoyed that very much, but I can’t change the past. The conversation continued from that point, tense and moody, as we entered her neighborhood, the Boyz 2 Men song came on the radio. We pulled in to her driveway for her to go. The goodbye was awkward. She cranked the radio up and sang these words to the music:
“Baby tonight is your night. And I will do you right.” and she turned it down. I was a bit confused. I watched her get out of the car and close the door. She looked at me sitting inside and said, “Are you coming?”
I wish I had the details of this night better, but it all happened so fast and long ago. Her parents were home, so she led me around back. She pulled off her pants and I opened my pants. We had missionary sex on a patio lounger. We used a condom I had in my wallet. I reached under her shirt to squeeze her breasts. I never really saw any part of her body in the darkness. I came, pulled out, and eagerly licked her pussy until she came hard. We both put on our pants. She went inside, and I went back to the car.
The sex had complicated things between us. I ended up leaving that job after a month, because of the complications.
I know that story is lacking in the details people want to read. This is the real reason I started this narrative:
This story takes place about 3 years from the last story. At this time, I had only 2 partners, but my first partner and I had periodically dated over those years.
I met Kristi in a chemistry class. The class was fairly advanced and had maybe 14 students. In chemistry lab, Kristi and I had lab stations next to each other. That’s where things really got started. The “relationship” began with us insulting each other all the time. She was (and still is) a smart, witty, and very sarcastic girl. Our only relationship was this chemistry class. We attended class, lab, and would meet often in the library to do homework or study for this class. I had her phone number, but used it only for chemistry stuff. When I spoke about her, I always said “my lab partner.” People would ask if she was my girlfriend. The strange part in this, the professor saw our demeanor and assumed we had been an item for some time. He said something one day at the start of a class, which seemed to cause her great embarrassment. I could read it in her body language, but she was able to discard his comment with something sarcastic and mildly bruising to me. As I said, we were always trading insults.
Kristi is 5’9″. She’s taller than most girls, and a couple inches shorter than me. At the time, she was thin, but not athletic. She typically wore t-shirts and jeans – nothing that enhanced her physique or really drew attention to her. She had waist-long, natural blonde hair that she usually braided or kept in a ponytail. She had blue eyes and a really cute face.
As the semester trudged along, we found ourselves studying all the time for chemistry. We spent many hours in the lab and in the library. As mid-term time approached, one afternoon, we found there was no space available in the library. She suggested we go to the cafe, off-campus, which was open 24 hours. I explained to her that I found it too noisy. Instead, we opted to study at my [uncle’s house](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ypvyv/mf_one_time_my_neighbor_was_looking_out_or_me/) where I also lived. It was about halfway between her house and campus, and my uncle would not likely disturb us. He certainly wouldn’t be home for some time. I drove and she followed in her car.
We set up our study station in the breakfast room. It was off the side of the kitchen and had two big windows on one wall that looked out toward the pool and two big windows on another wall. It was well lit in the daytime. There was a big table that could fit six chairs, but there were only four. She got her notes and materials out, and I did similarly.
After an hour, the kitchen chairs were getting uncomfortable.
“I need some background noise. Can you turn on a radio or something?” she asked. I grabbed a small, desktop radio and turned it on, placing it on the kitchen counter. We took the quick break as a chance to grab some drinks and snacks from the kitchen.
We studied for about another hour, but at this point, we were getting tired of studying. The conversation was going off topic more than on chemistry. That is when the Boyz 2 Men song came on the radio. We found ourselves both humming the tune. We made eye contact. This was something different, new. I felt butterflies for a moment in my stomach.
“Can I tell you something?” she queried. “It’s may be TMI.”
“Sure,” I replied.
“I lost my virginity to this song,” she confided. I chuckled. She replied with some angry sarcastic comment that I can’t remember or pretend to do justice here. She thought I was laughing at her.
“No. No. No. I laughed because I did too.”
“No fucking way!” she exclaimed.
She confided the awkward details of that first time – how she thought he was the one. He made a mix tape for her with this song on it. They were in a car. Typical stuff. I told her some details of mine (see above). She probably got more info than you did. I explained how I fell hard for that first girl. We talked about past relationships and interesting sexual things. I told her the second time the song got me lucky (also, see above). I told her how school had left me in quite a dry spell. She had similar difficulties. We talked about masturbation and porn. What I liked. What she liked. She wanted me to show her the porn websites I looked at, so we went to the office where the computer was. We spent some time looking at the sites where I found my porn and the typical girls and action I liked to see. She shared her details with me.
“You know everyone in class thinks we’re together,” she reminded me. This came up in conversation from time to time. We both looked at each other. A few moments passed. We both knew what was going to happen. She moved the keyboard off the desk and sat on desk surface, facing me. I stood from the chair and stepped toward her.
———– it begins ———–
She lifted her arms, and I removed her t-shirt. She reached around back and unhooked her bra.
“I’ve been so horny,” she whispered.
We passionately kissed. I massaged her breasts and sucked on her nipples. She reached for the front of my pants and unbuckled them. I took the opportunity to remove my shirt. I stepped back to remove my pants and boxers. She stood up and slid her pants and panties over her soft, round hips. Our clothes were in a pile at our feet. She turned me around and had me lean against the desk. She started to suck my already hard cock. She sucked and licked my member with vigor, while stroking it with her fist. The excitement was getting to me.
“I’m going to cum,” I warned her, feeling disappointed because we had just gotten started. She kept up the pace and motions and took every drop of my load in her mouth as I came.
I motioned for her to lie down. She did so. I assumed a position next to her and had her bend her knees and spread her legs apart. I crawled toward a patch of blonde pubic hair which she had trimmed short and shaved into a rectangular patch. I started to gently kiss her thighs and moved in with gentle kisses toward her womanhood. I gently licked and probed with my tongue. I penetrated her pussy with my tongue and gave much attention to her clit. I slid a finger in and began to probe along her g-spot.
“Oh God. What are you touching?” she yelled out. I kept on going. I knew I had the right spot. I worked her clit with my tongue and worked her g-spot with my finger. I slid in a second finger and used the tips to gently knead her g-spot. Her breathing was getting heavier. She would stop breathing for moments and exhale loudly. She did this until she built up to a climax. She squeezed her legs together and pushed my head away from her mound. She rolled on to her side, while my hand was still inside her. I could feel her slick vag spasming around my fingers. After a few moments, she rolled on to her back and spread her legs. Her chest was flushed a light red. I slid my fingers out gently.
“I’ve been fingered plenty, but nobody has done what you just did. That was awesome. You do great tongue work, too” she told me.
“You give awesome head, yourself,” I replied.
Having had some recovery time from my orgasm and the intense, hotness of making her cum, I was getting hard again. She noticed.
“Do you have any condoms?” she asked. I stood up, and she followed me to my room. I reached to the dresser to get the condoms and she lay on the bed. I put a condom on and entered her missionary style.
“This feels really good after cumming like that,” she said. She reached her hands around my hips and urged me to go a little harder. I obliged. I reached and massaged her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she was enjoying her pleasure. I kept a steady pace and just wanted this to keep going. She asked me to lie on my back. I did so and she mounted me. She ground her pussy into my pubic bone pushing my cock deep inside her. She ground me like this for about a minute before riding up and down on my rod. Her eyes were closed and she was really into the sensations. Her long blonde hair was draped over her shoulders, interfering with my breast play. After a few minutes, she had to switch because her legs were getting tired. We switched to a spooning position where I could enter her from behind while we were on our sides. Her legs being closed must have tightened everything up because I could tell this position was going to make me cum again. I felt the urge getting closer when she asked me to pull out, and not to cum inside her. I pulled out at the last moment and filled the condom. She later explained to me how she was paranoid about condoms getting broken.
We lay in the rush of our endorphins, touching each others bodies for a few minutes. We got up and retrieved our clothes from the other room. We returned to our study materials in the kitchen. We knew that studying was shot. She packed up her stuff and headed out to her car.
“Thanks for the interlude,” I told her. Before getting in her car, she lightly kissed me on the cheek and said, ” Thank you.”
I wish there were more adventures to tell. We both aced that chemistry class. After the semester, we went our separate ways. We still are in touch today. One afternoon, years ago, we both were able to give the other what they needed. All thanks to that song.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/75jwhp/a_lucky_song_mf